half trellis
visible yet so hard for me to reach
I chase the moon till my knees become weak
whenever I move close, it drifts away
I knew but I did it all anyway
the moon can't see its delightful figure
unaware that it is why I linger
the ocean that I sometimes wish to be
to mirror its beauty for it to see
when the clouds gather together and cry
the moon is not there to light up the sky
proof that it can't always be there with you
it is hard to accept but I have to
It's not the moon that I'm talking about
it's the person that I thought of, throughout
I hope he will discover the treasures
in all parts of this poem, I secured
—eya in alias